Seventy Shades Of Steele

Seventy Shades Of Steele(20)

*Angelina's POV*

"I think I am traumatized right now," I say as we lay on his bed, his hand rubbing my knee that is on his thigh. "I can't even do my sleuthing in your room."

He nods, but he continues unfazed. I turn my head to look at him.

"So were his balls really small?" I ask and he turns to glare at me. I turn back my head to look up at the ceiling of fake stars. "Fine, sorry."

We continue in silence and I swear I can't take it. Sure, I saw his mother naked on the beach earlier, but seeing her while she was being fvcked? Okay, well let's just say it fvcks with the brain. I internally chuckle at that. She being fvcked out of her brains fvcks with mine.

After what feels like forever, but probably just five seconds, I turn to face him again. He turns to look at me, his grey eyes more silver than anything else.

"I can't take this," I tell him and be doesn't respond. I slide my hand onto his chest, feeling the hard muscles under his thin black shirt. "I want you to fúck me."

He smiles at that and I am glad I can get him back. His silence was scaring me. I was starting to wonder if we needed to get professional help. Probably sex will erase it from our minds. I mean, that's what we came up here to do in the first place.

"Well aren't you a little dirty girl?" He says and I bite my lip as he climbs on top of me. That really is hot. "Had me fooled all along. But you do need to ask nicely."

He grinds his hips against mine and I melt under him. I would do anything at that moment for him to fvck me.

"Fúck me, Alex," I say and his hand is in my shorts, running his finger up and down my slit. I try to grind into him for more pressure but he moves his hand on top of my pu$$y, waiting. "Will you fúck me? Please?"

He puts on this face as if he is thinking it through and I can't believe him. There is nothing to think about. He even has his tongue sticking out in his cheek. It's quite adorable actually, never saw this side of him before. Although we have been together...for what? Has it really just been two days. Wow...well, this is moving awfully fast. Too fast than I thought it would be, but then again, this is a fling. Maybe we'll come out being friends. But we haven't put a label on it and that's fine by me. His family might think I'm his girlfriend but I know better than to build my hopes up. Not that I am hoping to be something less temporary in his life. That just sounds desperate.

He frowns down at me and I know I have been caught up in my thoughts for too long. With both elbows settled at both sides of my head, his body completely blankets mine and I watch it all happen, fascinated by those flexing muscles.

I continue to stare at his chest and I wonder how many planks he does. I can't even pass a minute, but I just know he'll probably be able to do planks about ten times that. Okay, maybe not. But I do know I am not that far from reality. I mean, those muscles are...too hunkalicious not to mean business. And yes, I know hunkalicious isn't a real word in the English dictionary but it should be. It really should be.

He moves down a little and I am forced to meet his penetrating gaze. Those grey eyes flicker with an emotion that I saw earlier down at the patio. I thought it was just the moonlight and my mind playing tricks on me. But it seems it wasn't. Before I can comment on it, he grins.

"Well, you did ask nicely," he states dipping down to press his lips to mine before quickly easing up. I pout at him. "And I do love that mouth. That dirty mouth."

I roll my eyes. "All talk and no play," I state and he chuckles his grey eyes becoming noticeably darker now, his pupils dilating. "Why don't you show a girl how much you love this mouth? This dirty mouth."